Chrysanthemums and roses, the true love bliss,
The last epic chance for that one last kiss.
The cloud in which all love may fail, with the single breath, all you do is inhale. The savage gas makes it hard to breathe; the chance of life is meek. The heart aches begin and the revenge starts it's the mind at work and not the heart.
That is when all goes wrong, all walls collapse, the treasures which you once seeked are now adrift a sea of rage and complications.
The poison of this love is all it takes to raise the game and raise the stakes.
That one true loves kiss, was always bliss, but now its take is a legend, a myth and all we can do is wait.
Until dawn has come and all else hope fails. Love is the sweetest but deadliest poison, and for many reasons we ignore it.
They live their life in fear of what they had, what they couldn't have, what they could have had.
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Murders' Relatives
PoetryEvery one has different thoughts, different minds, but sometimes we must accept that there is only one way to deal with things and thats to live with it! These are a collection of poems written to show that whether we choose to or not there are thin...
